"They always are." They aren't. But confronting this place as a nest of Dimi the Twins (Dimis the Twin?) is going to be more straightforward than if it's all meths.

Kristin falls quiet for a few moments, stroking his hair and pretending she hasn't noticed how much he likes it. (He'd like to be subtle - she knows that - even if he isn't.) Her thoughts are still pacing over and over the conversations she's had, the things she's learned. Everything Kovacs has told her, and all the places she can see he's kept something to himself.

For once, she's not in a mood to needle him overly. Probably because he just got her off, and there's nothing to interrupt them - her ONI's close to useless here. (Whatever idiotic messages are piling up in the device she was given, they're out of both sight and mind.) Instead, idly, she tells him, "If I get some asshole through this, we solve the cases. All of them. And we nail everyone to the wall."